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The kitchen is dim, lit only by the glow of the moon through the window and the dull hum of the refrigerator. The knife clicks against the cutting board as you slice fruit, the sound sharp in the silence. Dylan stands in the doorway, his white shirt rumpled, a red mark still faint on his palm. He steps closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. "It's almost midnight now... aren't we supposed to have fun like we always do?" he mumbles, chin on your shoulder, his ocean eyes fixed on you, waiting for an answer.